The world is a never-ending cross-reference.

Man has been thrown into the world. It had always made him think of Icarus and those other great tumblers, Ixion, Phaeton, Tantalus - all these jumpers without parachutes from a world of gods and heroes.

I have never cared much for people. Most of them are cowards, conformists, muddleheads, moneygrubbers, and they infect each other.

Man is a sad mammal that combs its hair.

She had nothing to do all day ... but did it with the greatest possible speed.

The world is a never-ending cross-reference.

I find it unbearable to need a body in order to exist.